Rachel hasn't missed a show since opening night.
She constructed a well thought-out and vigorous routine that allowed her body and voice to rest, hydrate and exercise to be able to handle her debut musical's grueling demands. It has proven to be successful, if her perfect attendance record in three months is anything to go by and although, it is not easy, it is worth it. She's in her dream show playing her dream role and she'd be damned if she let anybody take it from her.
Well, until Elliott Smith, one of the dancer, walks on stage.
The cast is in the middle of their second run-through before tonight's performance when Elliott misses a step, stepping left instead of right. It's a simple mistake, correctable even, if Rachel hadn't been exactly beside him.
They collide into each other harshly and his foot step on her own so unfortunately that Rachel feels a sharp pain shoot through her leg as she falls on her butt. Everything comes to a stop instantly. All of her co-stars gather around her in a circle while she grabs her shin, tears quickly pulling into her eyes.
One of the assistant calls Quinn on the way to the ER and the blonde rushes to the hospital to be by her side, fifteen minutes later.
"Are you okay?"
In any other situation Rachel would find Quinn's obvious concern endearing but the fact that her ankles continue to throb painfully and she can't seem to put her weigh on it is too distracting.
Instead of answering with words, Rachel presses her face in Quinn's bicep dramatically and trying to concentrate on Quinn's adorable giggles.
"Aw, baby," She coos, combing through Rachel's hair with her fingers, "It's gonna be okay."
It isn't.
Her ankle isn't broken (which is a relief) but it is rolled and the doctor recommends at least one day off before she even thinks about returning to the stage. Rachel can't stop her lips from pouting when the nurse wraps her up tightly and prescribes painkillers that she might need later on.
Stupid Elliott.
Quinn smiles sympathetically when she is discharged and hooks an arm around her waist to help her walk, letting Rachel lean on her. "Come on, limpy, let's go home."
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"Rach, stop pouting."
The blonde's teasing voice coming from the kitchen where the blonde is preparing lunch for them, only made the pouting firmer as Rachel crossed her arms over her chest in protest. She was ordered to laying back on the living room couch when they got home, her injured leg being elevated on a pillow on the armrest with an icepack neatly on top. Quinn helped her change into her red short-shorts that she loves so much and a white t-shirt.
"But Quinn, I can't miss a show." Rachel keeps protesting, resisting the urge to stump her foot no matter how much it would hurt, "What if the New York post's critic comes tonight and my understudy is horrible? I can't have her ruining my carrier before it even begins!"
Quinn rolls her eyes fondly with her back to her girlfriend as she turns off the stove and puts the lid on the pan to keep the fresh soup hot. Rachel's been trying to find any possible excuse to convince her that she is fine and let her go back to the theater as soon as they exited the hospital but so far Quinn has been strong. The fact that Rachel can't stand on her own, let alone dance is another great example of why she should just sit this one out.
Quinn washes her hands before walking to the couch and crunching down beside her clearly upset girlfriend and takes her hand in hers, "Ashley is gonna do a great job while you are away and tomorrow you will be under that spotlight again where you belong."
Rachel's eyes soften, "But – "
"No buts" Quinn smiles, "Besides, I finally got to have you all to myself. All night long."
Rachel gulps when plump lips curve into a dangerous smirk and she barely has time to breathe before Quinn surges forward and captures she lips like she has been waiting her entire life to do so. Quinn takes charge of the kiss, licking firmly into her mouth and a smooth tongue trace hers. Rachel breaths out her nose and lifts her hand to grip onto golden locks, pulling Quinn closer.
Quinn breaks away suddenly before slowly coming back for more, coating a low moan from the diva.
"Quinn, please," Rachel pleads through a breathless whine. She suddenly feels on fire as Quinn moves from the floor to straddle her carefully, paying attention on not putting her entire weight on Rachel's legs.
She leans down to nibble on the sensitive skin on her neck while her hands cup her breasts over the bra. Rachel's hips buck into her throbbing cock straining against her pants and Quinn releases a shaky breath.
"What do you want me to do to you, baby girl?" Quinn whispers in her ear, "Tell me and I will do it. I'll make you feel so good." She lightly brushes her fingertip down the alley between her breasts until the collar of her shirt stops her. The action makes Rachel shiver.
Rachel clings to her shoulders and throws her head back, exposing more of that delicious skin Quinn loves to play with.
"Eat my pussy."
"Yeah?" Quinn smiles devilishly, tugging on the hem of her shirt and pulling it off before doing the same with Rachel's, "Do you want me to lick your pussy? Suck on your clit until you can't feel your legs? Is that what you want, Rachel?"
The diva's body trembles as Quinn unhooks her bra expertly and throws it away. Her lips gently tease her breast, licking around the area without actually touching where Rachel needs her the most. Rachel swallows dryly as Quinn nibbles on the skin before finally closing her mouth around her nipple and flick it with the tip of her tongue.
"Quinn…" The brunette moans loudly and curves her back skywards, "Please…fuck."
Quinn hums against her skin and Rachel can practically feel the smirk playing on her lips. She needs Quinn to hurry up before she combusts from just the teasing.
The blonde moves a little further down, gently stroking along her stomach and hips, enjoying the muscles jumping underneath her touch. She kisses a spot on the right side of Rachel's hip bone and the diva almost jumps in place, a gush of wetness dripping down her thighs and a low moan tearing through the room.
"Do you like this, baby?" Quinn asks seductively, continuing to lick that particular spot she discovered years ago that never failed to turn on her girlfriend. Rachel squirms underneath her as her nails drag down her strong back and into her hair, tugging on it harshly.
"I'd like it somewhere else more," Rachel whines and pushes Quinn's head south, shuddering at the blonde's raspy chuckle.
"So bossy," With a careful move, Quinn pulls down her shorts along with her thong and gently lifts her injured leg to pull the clothing off of her completely, letting it drop on the floor and finally having Rachel naked and at her mercy. Deft fingers pry her legs apart and blow hot air on her glistening cunt.
"Talk to me, baby, what do you like?"
Both of them knew Quinn didn't need any instructions how to make her go crazy. She ate Rachel out plenty of times to know what her girlfriend liked but the blonde loved to render her speechless in the middle of her directions with a particularly harsh lick.
"Just – fuck," Rachel squeaks when Quinn doesn't let her answer, using her tongue to slide through her folds ever-so-slowly, "Yes."
Quinn grunts at the tangy taste flooding her mouth as she hooks her arms over pale thighs, burying her face in Rachel's pink pussy.
Rachel's thighs tremble as Quinn slurps her way up to her clit, covering her teeth with her lips to nibble on the bundle of nerves and bullying it out of its hood. With the tip of her tongue, she flicks it gently and hums a familiar melody but Rachel can't bring herself to find out what it is as the vibrations makes her cry out.
"You're so beautiful, all spread out like this, so wet." Quinn murmurs almost like in a daze, rubbing her face against her wet pussy and licking down to her opening. Rachel's chest heaves as Quinn's tongue slides inside her slippery walls and devours her into a gasping mess. Her nose bumps against her clit on every thrust as Rachel's fingers dig into her scalp and ruts into her face.
"Q-Quinn, oh God. Your mouth feels so good." Rachel whimpered and throw her head back on the couch as her hip bucking relentlessly. She feels the tension built in the pit of her stomach with every lick and suck and Quinn doesn't let up. She twirls her tongue and looks up into Rachel's eyes, biting down gently on her clit and Rachel screams out her name. Her pussy clenches and gushes as she comes hard and Quinn fights to keep her down and gently coax her down from her height before standing back up.
Rachel barely catches her breath when Quinn yanks down her sweatpants that she somehow still had on hastily and grabs her hard dick by the base, jerking herself off to Rachel's perfect tits, "Baby, please," she doesn't know what she's begging for but she is so turned on, she can barely see.
"Come here," Rachel grabs her by the ass to pull her closer and opens her mouth to slurp at the tip of her cock.
Quinn groans at the warm sensation and snaps her hip to bury her rigid meat down Rachel's mouth until it hits the back of her throat and watches as the brunette bobs her head up and down. It doesn't take long after Rachel practically swallows her down and Quinn is coming with a grunt, shooting her load deep inside Rachel.
Quinn releases a shaky breath as she pulls out and collapses butt-naked on their coffee table with a chuckle.
"You should definitely take more days off from now on."
"Quinn?" Rachel asks after a couple of seconds, her pupil blown wide.
"Hm?"
"Take me to bed."